Dubee - Ology lyrics

[Verse 1: Mac Dre] Pimpology, the teachings of a pimp Get dosed and you'll never beat your weenie again Stack cheesyology, Mac Dreezyology Then there's thizzyology for the one's that swallow E That's T-H-I double Z I'm a pimp f** love boy, I'd rather see A purse full of dough, before I pull a ho Get this game in her brain than I hit the sto' or stroll Oh, when I hit the blade I check a chick for some chips boy, I'm tryin' get paid Pay Flambé, crap tables and milly made I'm a king of diamonds boy, you're just a ten of spades Everything is top shelf, boy I spoil myself Dough from the ho stroll and flows that I sell I smell some squares in the air I'm finna tare, holla at cha I'll see ya player [Hook] It's that turfinology, that That gangsterology, that That pimpinology That's my philosophy It's that turfinology, that That gangsterology, that That pimpinology That's my philosophy [Verse 2: Dubee] Turfinology be the teachings of a soldier Focus so ferocious trying to bubble up like Folgers I bring hustlinology, my thug philosophy Be to get all on 'em and smoke 'em Leaving n***as with knocked knees I do it like fiber optics Seeking a spot to lock it co*k the metal back and pop it Trying to fill 'em all, four pockets I gets, all up in 'em Tougher than denim Skin 'em, win 'em I be thuggin' on this mic New millennium Dolemite I'm on your back like a jacket To [?] for nothing blacking When choppers get to blapping Nobody don't know what happened I get it racking and dome cracking My middle be dome savage And business, I'm gon' handle it Figures I'm gon' snatch it The ratchet and the machine, n***a f** up the team, n***a Get tossed and f**ed off, f**ing with these n***as When ya speak up on me, the way we breathe on it You n***as can get it the way you want it [Hook] It's that turfinology, that That gangsterology, that That pimpinology That's my philosophy It's that turfinology, that That gangsterology, that That pimpinology That's my philosophy [Verse 3: Reek Daddy] Gangsterology that's the teachings of a k**er Relation to the [?] so you k** them n***as Murderology, punkinology Now I'm in some sh**, a G I got to be Cutthoat from the V, it's the 3C down It's the Crest side crocodile, I bet you n***as know now Click clack and blap blap, pull it then you die See I'm a real Crest n***a I'mma multiply Riding is an art and I mastered it Blasting with a cannon, slanging caskets, b**h Jack of all trades, a hand with all aces Sick in the brain, cash register rapist The getaway car got the dudes in the gas mask Blamping with the mac, k**ing n***as like anthrax So ask somebody what they know about Reek I'mma be a G 'til I'm six feet deep